Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing X-Ray Spex to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Henry Cow,
The Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blossom Toes,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jandek,
Toni Rubio,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick May,
Japan,
Roy Ayers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
The Smiths,
Bob Dylan,
New York Dolls,
The Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal,
World's Most,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fluxion,
The Move,
Kurtis Blow,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Five Americans,
Freddie Wadling,
the Germs,
Thompson Twins,
June of 44,
John Cale,
Skriet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The United States of America,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
Soul II Soul,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.